IVY'S POV
Sarah dropped a glass of smoothies in front of me with a thump and I nearly choked at the smell that filled my nose. “Mr. Watson asked me to give you this to drink,” she said.
I looked up from my phone and examined the mixture in front of me critically. It had some yellowish, creamy colour. I couldn’t exactly place which. “He asked you to give me this to drink?” I asked again and she replied affirmatively. “Why would I drink this?” I asked, still wrinkling my nose at the smell. It smelt like pineapples. I hate pineapples.
“The doctor recommended it.”
I rolled my eyes at her reply. Lately, Devin has been obsessive with the thought of keeping me and the pregnancy healthy. Always disturbing Dr. Thompson with calls, asking what was safe for me to eat or drink before allowing me
